Link Bardon had hardly finished telling his good Samaritan boy friends of his trouble with Mr. Snad, when the burly farmer reappeared. Striding up to his hired man--his former employee--he thrust some crumpled bills into his hand, and growled: "Now you get out of here as fast as you can. I've seen enough of you!" "And I may say the same thing!" retorted Link. He was getting back his nerve. Perhaps Andy and his chums had contributed to this end. "Huh! Don't you go to gettin' fresh!" snapped Mr. Snad. "Don't let him get your goat!" exclaimed Tom, with a cheerful grin. "I've had enough of you young upstarts!" cried the farmer, turning fiercely on Andy and his chums. "Be off!" "Wait until we see if Link has his money all right," suggested Andy. "He might ring in a counterfeit bill on you if you don't watch out." "Bah!" sneered the farmer. Link counted over his wages. They were all right. "Now I'll get my things and go," he said, calmly. "And don't you ever come around askin' me for a job," warned his former employer. "I guess there isn't much danger," spoke Tom, quietly. "Come on, fellows. I'm hungry enough to eat two of Kelly's steaks." They followed Andy, who again lightly leaped the fence into the road. Link went on toward the house to pack up his few belongings. He waved his hand toward the boys, and they waved back. They hardly expected to see him again, and certainly Andy Blair never dreamed of the strange part the young farmer would play in his coming life at Yale. Such odd tricks does fate play upon us. The Milton lads swung on down the road in the direction of Churchtown. It was early evening by now. "Some doings!" commented Chet as he slipped his arm into that of Andy. "I should say!" exclaimed Ben. "Andy, you took the right action that time." "Well, I just couldn't bear to see that chap, with his arm in a sling, being beaten up by that brute of a farmer," was the reply. "It got my dander up." "Same here," spoke Tom. "You'd never know it, from the way you acted," put in Frank. "Tom is always worst when he's quietest," remarked Andy. "Well, now for a good feed. Let's cut through here, hop a car, and get to Kelly's quicker." "Go ahead, we're with you," announced Chet, and soon the lads were in the "eating joint," as they called it. "Broiled steak with French fried potatoes, Adolph!" "Yah!" "I want an omelet with green peppers!" "Liver and bacon for mine!" "Ham and eggs! Plenty of gravy!" "Yah!" "Coffee with my order, Adolph!" "Yah!" "And say, I want some of those rolls with moon-seeds on top, Adolph! Don't forget!" "Nein!" "And my coffee comes with my steak, not afterward. Hoch der Kaiser!" "Shure!" "How's the soup, Adolph?" "Fine und hot!" "That's good! One on you, Tom!" "Bring me a plate!" "Oh, say, Adolph, make my order a chop instead of those ham and eggs." "Yah!" "And, Adolph." "Yes, sir." "I want a glass of milk, with a squirt of vichy in it. Don't forget." "Nein, I vunt!"